Starting place for B#54

[riserugu†]

Martyn hadn’t even taken hardly three steps into the darkness that clouded over the new entrance into the warehouse when a large, booming voice that he remembered from earlier announcements thunder in. He found himself halting in both his steps, and his thoughts as he listened over as the ringleader, Danya… was it? Began reading off the list of all of those who had died…

Though he knew no one on this island personally, he had been keeping up with the killers so he could dodge them at all costs… those are the only names that rang clear with him. Except of course when they called off Adam’s two kills, which sent a wave of confusion, and some panic through the younger man. Seeing as not more than twenty minutes had been while he had been reassuring Jill that he hadn’t killed anyone in the course of this game…

‘Well there ‘ad to be a reason ‘e lied to ‘er… Well least I ‘ope. I just gotta find some trust for ‘im, thought that’s becoming much ‘arder as this game continues on.’ He found himself thinking in thought as he tried to reassure himself over this, but this once again halted as the new danger zones where listed off the makeshift hospital… and the warehouse… a place they currently stood in.

Now all that remained was where he needed to go, and that it needed to be quick… so when Adam’s voice broke through telling them what he had been thinking. And he had rushed past followed by two girls he didn’t know, and Jill herself he found the only smart thing at this moment was to follow. Sifting his bag, he turned and fled after the others as well.

((Continued in: Back to the Scene of the Crime...))

[MismatchedEyes*]

People..There had been a fight and people and talking..guns..knives..there had been just so many people and he had simply felt his mind crumble around him.He and jacob had been fine and the girl had appeared with her gun and then jacob had been paraniod and then they,people came and things they happened and he...what had happened?

He had heard the annoucnment but it was more as a distant thing, a thing not worthy of his ears but now reality dawned on him.This place would be a danger zone and so with a gasp he would burst into a run from the house.

He would run till his balls pumped battery acid and his head hurt like a metaller at a metallica marathon.

((Continued in: Taking Stock))